Street after street, call after call, they'd tried everything. By the time the first light of dawn broke through the city skyline, they were exhausted—physically and emotionally. Jungkook was still nowhere to be found.

It was Jin who finally said what none of them wanted to admit. "We need to report this to the police." His voice cracked slightly. No one argued. They all knew he was right. Jungkook was gone, and they couldn't do this alone anymore.

Now, hours later, they were back in the dorm. The familiar space felt cold, almost unrecognizable. They sat together in the living room, an oppressive silence hanging over them. No one knew where to begin.

Jin broke the silence first. He sat hunched over, his elbows resting on his knees, his hands clasped tightly. "Do you think..." He swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper. "Do you think this is my fault?"

The question hung in the air, heavy and raw.

"What are you talking about?" Namjoon asked, frowning.

"I've always teased him," Jin said, his voice trembling. "Since the day he joined us, I've teased him. About being clumsy, about messing up, about... everything. I thought it was harmless. I thought it was just what hyungs do. But what if... what if it wasn't? What if he thought I was serious? What if he thought I was—"

"Hyung, stop," Jimin interrupted, his tone sharp, though his eyes were brimming with tears. "We've all made mistakes. This isn't just about one of us. We all..." He trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.

The hours bled into each other, the night stretching endlessly as their search bore no fruit. Street after street, call after call, they'd tried everything. By the time the first light of dawn broke through the city skyline, they were exhausted—physically and emotionally. Jungkook was still nowhere to be found.

It was Jin who finally said what none of them wanted to admit. "We need to report this to the police." His voice cracked slightly, the weight of the words suffocating. No one argued. They all knew he was right. Jungkook was gone, and they couldn't do this alone anymore.

The process at the police station was agonizing. Explaining who they were, describing Jungkook's appearance, the circumstances of his disappearance—it all felt surreal. When the officer asked if Jungkook had shown signs of distress or unusual behaviour, they hesitated. None of them wanted to say it out loud. None of them wanted to admit that they had seen the signs but ignored them.

Now, hours later, they were back at the dorm. The familiar space felt cold, almost unrecognizable. They sat together in the living room, an oppressive silence hanging over them. No one knew where to begin.

Jin broke the silence first. He sat hunched over, his elbows resting on his knees, his hands clasped tightly. "Do you think..." He swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper. "Do you think this is my fault?"

The question hung in the air, heavy and raw.

"What are you talking about?" Namjoon asked, frowning.

"I've always teased him," Jin said, his voice trembling. "Since the day he joined us, I've teased him. About being clumsy, about messing up, about... everything. I thought it was harmless. I thought it was just what hyungs do. But what if... what if it wasn't? What if he thought I was serious? What if he thought I was—"

"Hyung, stop," Jimin interrupted, his tone sharp, though his eyes were brimming with tears. "We've all made mistakes. This isn't just about one of us. We all..." He trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.

Namjoon sighed, leaning back against the couch. He looked utterly defeated, his usual calm leadership replaced by uncertainty. "Maybe I was too harsh," he said quietly, his voice tinged with regret. "I always thought being a good leader meant pushing everyone to do their best. I didn't stop to think if I was pushing too hard. I told myself Jungkook could handle it because he's strong. But I never stopped to ask if he wanted to handle it."

Yoongi, who had been sitting silently in the corner, finally spoke. "None of us did."

"I thought giving him space was enough," Yoongi said, his voice low, almost to himself. "I thought as long as I was here when he needed me, it was okay to be distant the rest of the time. But maybe... maybe he needed me to say something. Maybe he needed me to show that I cared instead of assuming he already knew."

Hoseok was sitting cross-legged on the floor, his head bowed, his usually bright energy completely gone. "Do you think my positivity came off as dismissive?" he asked suddenly, his voice cracking. "Whenever he seemed upset, I'd just tell him to look on the bright side or remind him of how lucky we are. But what if he didn't need that? What if he needed someone to sit with him in the dark instead of trying to pull him out of it?"

Taehyung, who had been uncharacteristically quiet, clenched his fists. "I used to get so frustrated with him," he admitted. "Whenever he did things on his own, I took it personally, like he didn't need us. I'd get annoyed, thinking he was being distant on purpose. But maybe he wasn't. Maybe he just didn't know how to let us in."

Jimin let out a shaky breath, wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his hoodie. "I should've been better," he said, his voice barely audible. "I was so competitive with him. I thought it was harmless, just friendly rivalry. But what if he felt like he could never measure up? What if I made him feel like he wasn't good enough?"

"He's always been strong," Yoongi said finally, breaking the silence. "He's always carried so much on his own. I think we all just assumed he could handle it. But maybe... maybe we were wrong."

Taehyung's leg bounced anxiously as he stared at the floor, his lips pressed into a thin, white line. Jin sat on the edge of the couch, his hands clasped so tightly that his knuckles had turned pale. Hoseok kept pacing near the door, his gaze darting to the clock every few seconds.

Namjoon stood by the window, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched the dark sky begin to lighten with the approaching dawn. The night had passed in a blur of frantic phone calls and aimless driving around the city, but it had yielded nothing. Not a single clue. Not a single sign.

"Nothing," Namjoon muttered, breaking the silence. His voice sounded hollow. "The police have no leads yet. No one has seen him."

"Maybe we missed something," Jimin said softly, his voice trembling. "Maybe we didn't look hard enough—"

No one dared to respond. The unspoken fear hung in the air, suffocating them.

Jin finally stood, his hands clenched into fists. "We need to do more. The police are searching, but we can't just sit here. There has to be something we're missing."

"We've searched everywhere we could think of," Taehyung said, his voice rising. "What are we supposed to do now?!"

"We wait for the police," Jimin replied, though the words sounded hollow even to him. "They'll call us if they find anything."

"Wait?" Taehyung's voice cracked. "You want us to just sit here while Jungkook is—" He stopped, his throat closing on the words he couldn't bring himself to say.

Yoongi sat apart from the group, unusually silent. Something about this didn't sit right with him. Jungkook had left, yes, but why? And how far could he go without his phone or wallet? His mind replayed every interaction over the past few weeks, searching for something he might have missed.

"I'll be back," he muttered abruptly, standing and walking toward his room.

"Hyung?" Hoseok called after him, but Yoongi didn't reply.

In his room, Yoongi flicked on the light, the familiar space offering little comfort. His heart was pounding, though he couldn't explain why. Something was gnawing at him—a sinking feeling he couldn't shake.

He opened the drawer of his desk, instinctively reaching for the small bottle of pills he kept there. His shoulder had been acting up again recently, and—

The drawer was empty.

Yoongi froze. The bottle wasn't there. He rifled through the drawer, his movements growing frantic, but the outcome didn't change. His heart started to pound, a cold sweat breaking out across his forehead. He rifled through the drawer, then the one below it, and finally the entire desk.

No. The pills were gone.

His stomach dropped as realization dawned. He hadn't touched the pills in days. And now, they were gone.

No. No, no, no.

His hands trembled as he stood, scanning the room as if the bottle might appear out of thin air. But he knew it wouldn't. 

Jungkook.

The thought hit him like a freight train. Jungkook must have taken them. When? How? Yoongi's mind raced, replaying every moment since Jungkook left. The pieces began to fall into place, and the picture they painted made his chest tighten with fear. His chest felt tight, and his breaths were shallow and uneven. Maybe Jungkook had just... misplaced them? But deep down, he knew better. 

Clutching the edge of his desk for support, Yoongi tried to steady his breathing. None of the other members had even come into hs room for a week.

"Don't panic," he told himself, though his voice sounded foreign to his own ears. "It doesn't mean—"

But it did. Deep down, he knew it did.

Yoongi stormed back into the living room, his face pale and his eyes wild.

"Yoongi-hyung?" Hoseok asked, stopping mid-pace. "What's wrong?"

Yoongi didn't answer immediately. 

 "The.. Th..The," he said, his voice barely audible. "They're gone. Jungkook must have taken them."

The room went silent as everyone stared at him in shock.

"What are you talking about?" Jin asked, his voice shaky.

"My pills. They're gone."

Yoongi's jaw clenched, and he struggled to keep his composure. "The pills I keep for my shoulder. They're gone. I didn't take them, which means..." He trailed off, unable to finish the sentence. "He must have taken them before he left."

Namjoon's face went pale. "How many were there?"

"Enough," Yoongi replied, his voice cracking. "More than enough."

Taehyung sank onto the couch, his head in his hands. "No," he whispered. "He wouldn't... He wouldn't do that."

"Are you sure he took them?" Hoseok asked, though his tone betrayed his own fear.

"Do you think I'd be standing here like this if I wasn't sure?" Yoongi snapped, his voice uncharacteristically sharp. He was shaking now, his emotions barely held in check. "He took them. And if he's taken that many..."

"We need to inform the police," Namjoon said urgently, reaching for his phone.

"Wait," Jin said, his voice trembling. "What if... what if we're wrong? What if he's fine?"

"Fine?" Yoongi rounded on him, his eyes blazing. "Does this look fine to you?!" his hands shaking Jin violently. "We are out of time, Jin. Out. Of. Time."

Jimin, who had been silent, suddenly broke down, tears streaming down his face. "How could we let it get this bad?" he whispered. "How did we not see it?"

"We all saw it," Yoongi muttered, his voice filled with bitterness. "We just didn't do anything about it."

"We're running out of time," he said quietly. "If we don't find him soon..." Somewhere out there, Jungkook was alone. And they were running out of time to save him.

The clock was ticking.